not but like--he does not lack for wit, and has a good share of
common sense; his language is never studied--he always seems to
speak from the heart. So when he asked what sort of a companion he
would make, I very candidly answered, that I thought he would make a
very agreeable one. "I think just so of you," said he, "and it shall
not be my fault," he continued, "if we are not companions for life."
"We shall surely make a bargain," said he, after sitting silent a
few moments, "so we'll _bundle_ to-night." "_Bundle_ what?" I asked.
"_We_ will bundle together," said he; "you surely know what I mean."
I know that our farmers bundle _wheat_, _cornstalks_ and _hay_; do
you mean that you want me to help you bundle any of these?" inquired
I. "I mean that I want you to stay with me to-night! It is the
custom in this place, when a man stays with a girl, if it is warm
weather, for them to throw themselves on the bed, outside the bed
clothes; if the weather is cold, they crawl under the clothes, then
if they have anything to _say_, they say it--when they get tired of
talking they go to sleep; this is what we call bundling--now what do
you call it in your part of the world?" "We have no such works,"
answered I; "not amongst respectable people, nor do I think that any
people would, that either thought themselves respectable, or wished
to be thought so."

"'Don't be too severe upon us, Miss ----, I have always observed
that those who _make believe_ so much modesty, have in reality but
little. I always act as I feel, and speak as I think. I wish you to
do the same, but have none of your make-believes with me--you
smile--you begin to think you have been a little too scrupulous--you
have no objection to bundling _now_, have you?" "Indeed I have." "I
am not to be trifled with; so, if you refuse, I have done with you
forever." "Then be done as quick as you please, for I'll not bundle